To the Nines

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In the garage the donut games have begun: the string is strung, and the donuts hang from it, light, sweet Krispy Kreme gems. The competitors have donned garbage bags to protect their costumes. The bags rattle and float, turning them all into ghosts. The Grim Reaper presides over the festivities, final arbiter as to who has eaten her strung donut fastest without using her hands. He’s an ironic Reaper, with a tag that says: 

Reaper's Humor

He’s not at all like the real thing, I say.

Not so very long ago, I had a cat named Beanie. Beanie was a spiteful, angry creature. Beanie was a meanie. She was was prone to scratching people who tried to pet her. She carved the Roman numeral nine into the soft flesh of a friend’s hand. IX: the number of her bitter lives. Beanie was my pet, but I can’t say I loved her – or that she loved anything. In her final month, though, she became kind. She purred, and allowed herself to be petted.

In late September, she weighed almost nothing and no longer could be convinced to eat. As I did every night, I wrapped her in blankets and settled her into a nook with a heating pad before I went to sleep. Sometime later, I heard her struggle out onto the hard tile floor; she was having trouble walking, and I rolled over to turn on the light.

And stopped.

The Grim Reaper stood in the corner, between my white dresser and the closet door.

He didn’t have a scythe, and I couldn’t see enough to tell if he wore the traditional cowl. I couldn’t see enough because he was an absence of light, a darkness so complete I’ve never seen anything like it, not even in Hurricane Isabel’s aftermath when all of the power was out. It was a darkness beyond anything you can imagine, and I was afraid that if I moved to help Beanie, he would take me instead.

Beanie’s struggles got worse. A lot of things about horror are trite, it turns out. Her breathing and bodily functions rattled: a death rattle.

I turned on the light and dropped down out of my bed to cradle Beanie; the entire time, she stared at the space between my dresser and the closet.

When she breathed her last, she was staring at the Grim Reaper.

We both jump a little at the sudden shouts and clapping. The donut game is finished, and all the participants are laughing, their faces covered in donut icing and joy. The ironic Reaper puts a plastic medal over the winner’s head, and he raises her arm: mock triumph.

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10 thoughts on “To the Nines

  1. I love how you’re doing this. The idea of a Halloween party in full swing. Brilliant. Your stories along the way have been great fun. And it appears you are having great success.

    As I’ve already read “Stolen Climates,” no need to put me in the drawing. Oh, and if you’re ready, I think I’d like to do your interview on 11/9 (followed by my review of Stolen Climates on 11/16).

    Hop on, sister. Hop on.

    Paul D. Dail

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    • Paul, hi!

      I had a lot of fun planning this party. It was a good excuse to do something a little different with my posts, and to tell a few stories. I’ve run across some gems out there on the Hop, too – the variety is astounding!

      I would be honored to answer your interview questions! The time frame you mention works well for me, too. Please just let me know what I need to do.

      Have a wonderful Sunday!

      -aniko

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  2. Hi, Aniko. That was a very cool story of the Grim Reaper. As it is, we have a cat. He’s orange and looks identical to the cat “Jones” in the film, Alien. He’s only a few years old, thankfully, so I won’t be seeing the GrinmReaper any time soon…I hope. Yikes! I have yet to read Stolen Climates, so that would be awesome to get the chance to do so. After all, Mother Nature isn’t just a metaphor. 🙂
    Happy Hopping.

    -Jimmy

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